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Then its not our fault he can't tank the pit!
Warhammer Fantasy: Divided Loyalties - an Advisor's Quest
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Then its not our fault he can't tank the pit!
but Dragomas makes himself a dragon, Kragg made the sword.
this would be a dual to see who is top wizard.
now, if mathy made the sword herself, then it would be seen as the fruits of her labor by those watching.
but using a weapon someone else made is the same as winning by shooting them with a gun.
ya, you won, but you didn't impress anyone with your magic skills.
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Mopman43
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Actually, how longs a term for? Or is it "until it changes hands"?
Eight years.
Aranfan
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If they want a contest to impress people with our magic skills, then why is is a duel?
the assumption is that its a magic dual.
' The contest to determine the dominant College of Magic takes the form of a violent contest of spellcraft between the existing Supreme Patriarch and the challengers, one at a time. The contest is held within the strict bounds of the hallowed Obsidian Hall.[2a] '
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Tales of U-K8P: A Storm from the South, Part 1
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Tales of U-K8P: A Storm from the South
Part 1
"And that will be all for today. If anyone has further questions, please find This-We at office hours from noon to three tomorrow, or else seek out your tutors in your sections next week. We do apologize, we have been asked to inform you that classes may be cancelled over what is usually the Fall semester midterms, but we have dealt with such things before and expect to be able to catch everyone up and finish the material we need to cover before the winter solstice festival."
Hannah had stopped shoving her books into her bag at the unusual announcement, and now resumed with sidelong glances at the the other students to see how they were reacting. Such mysteriousness! It really could be anything from an urgent need to re-work the water pressurization (and much as Hannah shared her roommates' love of their ensuite bathing pool, she was horrified by the amount of power it must take to heat a full pool to steaming for every student in Karag Wyr every day) to a full Waaagh crashing in from the darklands, as had happened twenty years ago and pushed that year's graduation back by a full eight months.
"Hannah!" Lissele called as she joined the tiny bright journeywoman, ducking in from her own lecture the next door over, "You heard the news? Of course you did, you have Professor We lecturing here too. What do you think it is?"
"I don't know!" Hannah exclaimed, looking for and being slightly disappointed that no kiss hello was forthcoming, "Probably should ask Darna, she's knows a lot more about what is going on around here. I mean, just the other day she was telling me all about the towers in the Citadel and how Magister Gretel managed to wheedle a lease out of King Belegar, and how Magister Johann set up in the other after refusing to take the Lady Magister's position atop Karag Nar when she disappeared- if she has hundred year old gossip at the tips of her fingers, she surely knows all the times exams have been delayed before and why, right?"
"I sure she does. Do you know where she might be?"
"I think she said something about looking for inspiration in the first mine this morning... That's under the Citadel, right? Do we need permission to go there?"
"No, it's designates as a religious site, so we should be fine. Let's go!"
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Most students in U-K8P spent their time in the southern peaks. There were, of course, field trips to Karag Dhraz for the martial majors or into the dark lands for some of the others, but those were rare exceptions. For most, the bustling human quarter of Karag Nar, the markets of Karag Mhonar, the martial training courses honeycombed into the Sentinels, and of course, the vast complex of libraries and classrooms and dormitories and gymnasiums that made up Kvinn-Wyr were more than enough to fill their time.
In this, they were like most of the temporary inhabitants of the Karak. The caravanners tended to see Nar and Mhonar and call it a day, the dwarven pilgrims sought Karag Yar and the Under-Citadel and occasionally the Wyvern Caves of Karag Ziflin if they were ambitious. But for all of the stories and the legendarily cosmopolitan nature of the kingdom, most of the long-term inhabitants of Eightpeaks lived quiet lives. In Karag Lhune and Karag Ziflin, Karag Rhyn and Karagil- even in the cozy fields of the east valley and the pastures of the caldera- the dwarves and halflings went about their lives content to work and rest and live quietly. Oh they were proud of the university and the markets and endless stream of wonders and heros, because pride in their Karak was laid into their very bones, but they were quite happy to have those things over there, while they made their lives in the nice and quiet here.
Every year though, there were a few who broke the mold. Lissele and Hannah had been taken all over and under the mountains by an enthusiastic Darna, who seemed determined to drag them through the barrier of reserve which the locals maintained by sheer force of will. She was the one who first introduced them to Panoramia's garden, which had become a favorite spot to steal away with each other, showed them the dwarf-paths around the Silver Tarn on Karagil, and convinced them that the halfling inns in the east valley were *far* superior to the fare served in the student cafeterias.
So when Hannah waved cheerfully to the Citadel guards and asked about the way to the first mine, Lissele was struck by the sudden realization that Darna hadn't taken them here. Nor, as her flash of insight continued, had she ever taken them to the temples of Valaya or Thungni...
"Hannah?" Lissele ventured as Hannah pulled her onwards, "Maybe we should wait for her up here, I'm not sure..."
"What? Why? We are almost there! See, just left through that gatehouse, two checkpoints in, then follow the blue painted stairs-"
"No, I know, but listen: this is a really important religious place for the dwarves, right? And Darna is training to be a runesmith, hopefully, but she's never taken us to the temples of the Gods that do rune things, so I'm worried we'd be intruding. Tell me I'm wrong I'll trust you, but..."
"Oh!" Hannah stopped dead, Lissele missed a step turning to face her.
"Oh my goddess I am such a dunce sometimes!" She turned to Lissele with wide eyes and took her hands.
"No, it's probably-"
"You are so right! I should have noticed that! Goddess knows you and I both chatter about devotions enough, but I guess I always thought it was because she *didn't* feel much towards the Gods! You are so much better than me at reading people."
Lissele stuttered, and lost her reply, instead looking down dumbfounded.
"What?" Hannah frowned, "what are you thinking now?"
"I- just that my beautiful, amazing, brilliant girlfriend who has charmed half the University already is telling *me* that I'm better at people than her. Me?" Lissele gestured at herself, and Hannah stepped back and looked.
The tall brunette had taken to shaving up the side and back of her head under longer hair on top that fell perhaps to her jawline- an old trick to make wearing a chain coif less painful for those soldiers who still wanted flowing locks. She was darkened from her time spent drilling and running under the mountain sun, her fair skin long since browned. Her stern eyes (that would soften every so often, but oh so slightly!) were dark as well, her body lithe and tall and muscled.
"Hannah?"
"Oh!"
Well, she if she looked past that, she could see what Lissele was asking. Hannah made friends easily, blended effortlessly into new groups, and left smiling faces behind her wherever she went. Lissele did... not. It wasn't that she was abrasive or rude, she was just quiet, and intense, and prone to having her attention wander if the one speaking to her lost her interest. Darna and Hannah remained her only close friends, and she had spoken to them before about feeling isolated- 'in the dark by the campfire light' had been the phrase used. Even her bloodbowl team saw her as their dark knight, a broody loner nonetheless valued for being second only to the captain in skill.
"You," Hannah started, then paused. She moved them to the steps of the Gold Tower where they would be able to keep an eye on the way to the mine, and sat, pulling Lissele down with her.
"You stork. Come here. Listen- I know you always feel like you push people away, but the truth is that we are really doing different things. I am playing a part, and bringing a bit of sunshine into lives, and they are happy to have me around for it. It's a script, almost, from a theater play, where we both sort of know before we talk how the exchange will go, do you see? And you, you aren't following a script, you are talking to a person. And it's hard for a lot of people not to be allowed their masks, so they drift away, or you do because they are faking something and it *bothers* you. And I like you so much for that, for not letting me just be your bubbly girlfriend, much as it is hard to try and show you my truths when you look... But you see people better than I do because of that, because you look at people and not their masks."
"Um." Lissele responded eloquently, before her brain caught up with her ears and dragged her mind back from the bright earnest eyes looking back into hers.
"It's-" Hannah started, before Lissele laid a finger on her lips and gave her a soft smile.
"First, thank you. You always know exactly what to say to me, you know? I guess you just show me your truth, as you put it, and each time I've liked what I've seen. I think I understand your point, but-"
"Hey there!" A dwarf shouted, interrupting as he stumped towards them, "you'll have to clear off those steps there! The lease on that tower is expiring in only a year and a half, we're trying to keep the gates clear for when we begin to move the stuff inside out."
"Only!?-" Hannah began before Lissele shushed her again, murmuring "different sense of time" and standing.
"Our apologies Ser Dwarf? We were waiting on a friend..."
"Oh!" Hannah interrupted, "Why is the lease up so soon? I thought they were both for ninety-nine years, and I could swear the Purple Tower still hosts guests."
"Well, I suppose I can see your confusion, though young ladies shouldn't be lounging about in fortresses." The dwarf grumbled, "Yon tower was leased to Magister Gretel damn near the refounding, though it had a standard apprentice extension clause in it, and the Magister exercised it seventy years in, handing it over to her apprentice and restarting the clock. *Grumbles* should never have included that clause for a manling like that too much damn turnover in the paperwork every other decade I swear*grumbles*. This tower, your Gold Tower? Leased thirteen years after the first, but Magister Johann passed with the lease unassigned in his will. It's been empty since he passed."
The two girls exchanged looks, both full of fire and excitement. The hidden treasures of one of the reclaimers, untouched! Right here, behind locked and runed doors soon to be opened, just begging to be explored.
"When did you say the lease ended, exactly?" Lissele asked.
"I didn't." The dwarf replied with a scowl and a snort. "Students. Hmph. Keep those stairs clear!" He shouted at her as he wandered off.
"Well, I suppose if we can't wait here, we might as well go down- oh, wait, there she is!"
"Darna!"
The dwarf, who had been passing out the gate of one of the many interior buildings of the Citadel deep in thought, jerked her head up.
"Lissele? Hannah? What are you two doing here?"
"What are we doing here?"
*Smack*
"Ow! Liseeeeeeleeee-"
"We were here because we heard some odd news in lecture today, and wanted to get you opinion, but we were waiting because we didn't want to barge in on you praying."
Darna blinked, then smiled.
"Well, I'm happy to tell you all you need to know when it comes to opinions about news. But... I guess I wasn't as subtle as I thought I was, huh."
"Oh, no!" Hannah rushed to console her, "I totally didn't notice at all! And Lissele didn't either, until we started coming here and she thought of it."
Darna could almost hear the treacle-sweet 'isn't she *amazing*!?!' that was barely cut off the end of that sentence, but she didn't mind. Watching two people fall in love- it made her happy, and proud, but lately, a bit jealous. Maybe more than a bit jealous. Maybe that nice Hornblower boy... She shook her head. Half-done now was not done at all.
"Well, I'm glad to be left with some scraps of my pride then, and I do thank you for waiting. You are right, I haven't really shared my Gods the way you have. And it isn't because I don't like you, or trust you- you two have been the best friends a girl could ask for, exactly what I've wanted ever since I was a plaitling- being a little less bound to the traditions that lock the runes away from me, a little more umgi. But when I talk to the ancestors, that's when I am the most dawi, and when I want most to be dawi. I'm not- I do not wish to blend the two; an alloy would be weaker than either, but I wish to keep both!"
Lissele nodded in understanding.
"And so you keep one place for the one, and another place for the other. Clever. You have my word I shall respect that, and stand vigil outside three temple should you need to enter whilst in my company."
Hannah looked back and forth and sighed.
"Fiiiiiine. But can I still ask questions? Oh! That reminds me! The news we came here for! Ok, so Professor We was speaking as Dean We for a moment, and *he* said that exams might be cancelled! We put our heads together but we... couldn't... Darna?"
The dwarf had gone pale.
"The Waaagh Snagclaw twenty years ago. The Waaagh Vore thirty-seven years ago. One attack by Skyre, three by Moulder, and the Dhraz Wars III, IV, V, and VI, all in the first fifty years after the refounding. Those are the only ten times exams have ever been delayed. The dawi joke about it- they say that if you ever need to tell the Karak without panicking all the visitor, just tell them exams are cancelled. They'll know what's coming."
"Fuck."
"War."
A/N- ok, part one of this beast, mostly setup. Probably three parts overall?
Part 1
"And that will be all for today. If anyone has further questions, please find This-We at office hours from noon to three tomorrow, or else seek out your tutors in your sections next week. We do apologize, we have been asked to inform you that classes may be cancelled over what is usually the Fall semester midterms, but we have dealt with such things before and expect to be able to catch everyone up and finish the material we need to cover before the winter solstice festival."
Hannah had stopped shoving her books into her bag at the unusual announcement, and now resumed with sidelong glances at the the other students to see how they were reacting. Such mysteriousness! It really could be anything from an urgent need to re-work the water pressurization (and much as Hannah shared her roommates' love of their ensuite bathing pool, she was horrified by the amount of power it must take to heat a full pool to steaming for every student in Karag Wyr every day) to a full Waaagh crashing in from the darklands, as had happened twenty years ago and pushed that year's graduation back by a full eight months.
"Hannah!" Lissele called as she joined the tiny bright journeywoman, ducking in from her own lecture the next door over, "You heard the news? Of course you did, you have Professor We lecturing here too. What do you think it is?"
"I don't know!" Hannah exclaimed, looking for and being slightly disappointed that no kiss hello was forthcoming, "Probably should ask Darna, she's knows a lot more about what is going on around here. I mean, just the other day she was telling me all about the towers in the Citadel and how Magister Gretel managed to wheedle a lease out of King Belegar, and how Magister Johann set up in the other after refusing to take the Lady Magister's position atop Karag Nar when she disappeared- if she has hundred year old gossip at the tips of her fingers, she surely knows all the times exams have been delayed before and why, right?"
"I sure she does. Do you know where she might be?"
"I think she said something about looking for inspiration in the first mine this morning... That's under the Citadel, right? Do we need permission to go there?"
"No, it's designates as a religious site, so we should be fine. Let's go!"
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Most students in U-K8P spent their time in the southern peaks. There were, of course, field trips to Karag Dhraz for the martial majors or into the dark lands for some of the others, but those were rare exceptions. For most, the bustling human quarter of Karag Nar, the markets of Karag Mhonar, the martial training courses honeycombed into the Sentinels, and of course, the vast complex of libraries and classrooms and dormitories and gymnasiums that made up Kvinn-Wyr were more than enough to fill their time.
In this, they were like most of the temporary inhabitants of the Karak. The caravanners tended to see Nar and Mhonar and call it a day, the dwarven pilgrims sought Karag Yar and the Under-Citadel and occasionally the Wyvern Caves of Karag Ziflin if they were ambitious. But for all of the stories and the legendarily cosmopolitan nature of the kingdom, most of the long-term inhabitants of Eightpeaks lived quiet lives. In Karag Lhune and Karag Ziflin, Karag Rhyn and Karagil- even in the cozy fields of the east valley and the pastures of the caldera- the dwarves and halflings went about their lives content to work and rest and live quietly. Oh they were proud of the university and the markets and endless stream of wonders and heros, because pride in their Karak was laid into their very bones, but they were quite happy to have those things over there, while they made their lives in the nice and quiet here.
Every year though, there were a few who broke the mold. Lissele and Hannah had been taken all over and under the mountains by an enthusiastic Darna, who seemed determined to drag them through the barrier of reserve which the locals maintained by sheer force of will. She was the one who first introduced them to Panoramia's garden, which had become a favorite spot to steal away with each other, showed them the dwarf-paths around the Silver Tarn on Karagil, and convinced them that the halfling inns in the east valley were *far* superior to the fare served in the student cafeterias.
So when Hannah waved cheerfully to the Citadel guards and asked about the way to the first mine, Lissele was struck by the sudden realization that Darna hadn't taken them here. Nor, as her flash of insight continued, had she ever taken them to the temples of Valaya or Thungni...
"Hannah?" Lissele ventured as Hannah pulled her onwards, "Maybe we should wait for her up here, I'm not sure..."
"What? Why? We are almost there! See, just left through that gatehouse, two checkpoints in, then follow the blue painted stairs-"
"No, I know, but listen: this is a really important religious place for the dwarves, right? And Darna is training to be a runesmith, hopefully, but she's never taken us to the temples of the Gods that do rune things, so I'm worried we'd be intruding. Tell me I'm wrong I'll trust you, but..."
"Oh!" Hannah stopped dead, Lissele missed a step turning to face her.
"Oh my goddess I am such a dunce sometimes!" She turned to Lissele with wide eyes and took her hands.
"No, it's probably-"
"You are so right! I should have noticed that! Goddess knows you and I both chatter about devotions enough, but I guess I always thought it was because she *didn't* feel much towards the Gods! You are so much better than me at reading people."
Lissele stuttered, and lost her reply, instead looking down dumbfounded.
"What?" Hannah frowned, "what are you thinking now?"
"I- just that my beautiful, amazing, brilliant girlfriend who has charmed half the University already is telling *me* that I'm better at people than her. Me?" Lissele gestured at herself, and Hannah stepped back and looked.
The tall brunette had taken to shaving up the side and back of her head under longer hair on top that fell perhaps to her jawline- an old trick to make wearing a chain coif less painful for those soldiers who still wanted flowing locks. She was darkened from her time spent drilling and running under the mountain sun, her fair skin long since browned. Her stern eyes (that would soften every so often, but oh so slightly!) were dark as well, her body lithe and tall and muscled.
"Hannah?"
"Oh!"
Well, she if she looked past that, she could see what Lissele was asking. Hannah made friends easily, blended effortlessly into new groups, and left smiling faces behind her wherever she went. Lissele did... not. It wasn't that she was abrasive or rude, she was just quiet, and intense, and prone to having her attention wander if the one speaking to her lost her interest. Darna and Hannah remained her only close friends, and she had spoken to them before about feeling isolated- 'in the dark by the campfire light' had been the phrase used. Even her bloodbowl team saw her as their dark knight, a broody loner nonetheless valued for being second only to the captain in skill.
"You," Hannah started, then paused. She moved them to the steps of the Gold Tower where they would be able to keep an eye on the way to the mine, and sat, pulling Lissele down with her.
"You stork. Come here. Listen- I know you always feel like you push people away, but the truth is that we are really doing different things. I am playing a part, and bringing a bit of sunshine into lives, and they are happy to have me around for it. It's a script, almost, from a theater play, where we both sort of know before we talk how the exchange will go, do you see? And you, you aren't following a script, you are talking to a person. And it's hard for a lot of people not to be allowed their masks, so they drift away, or you do because they are faking something and it *bothers* you. And I like you so much for that, for not letting me just be your bubbly girlfriend, much as it is hard to try and show you my truths when you look... But you see people better than I do because of that, because you look at people and not their masks."
"Um." Lissele responded eloquently, before her brain caught up with her ears and dragged her mind back from the bright earnest eyes looking back into hers.
"It's-" Hannah started, before Lissele laid a finger on her lips and gave her a soft smile.
"First, thank you. You always know exactly what to say to me, you know? I guess you just show me your truth, as you put it, and each time I've liked what I've seen. I think I understand your point, but-"
"Hey there!" A dwarf shouted, interrupting as he stumped towards them, "you'll have to clear off those steps there! The lease on that tower is expiring in only a year and a half, we're trying to keep the gates clear for when we begin to move the stuff inside out."
"Only!?-" Hannah began before Lissele shushed her again, murmuring "different sense of time" and standing.
"Our apologies Ser Dwarf? We were waiting on a friend..."
"Oh!" Hannah interrupted, "Why is the lease up so soon? I thought they were both for ninety-nine years, and I could swear the Purple Tower still hosts guests."
"Well, I suppose I can see your confusion, though young ladies shouldn't be lounging about in fortresses." The dwarf grumbled, "Yon tower was leased to Magister Gretel damn near the refounding, though it had a standard apprentice extension clause in it, and the Magister exercised it seventy years in, handing it over to her apprentice and restarting the clock. *Grumbles* should never have included that clause for a manling like that too much damn turnover in the paperwork every other decade I swear*grumbles*. This tower, your Gold Tower? Leased thirteen years after the first, but Magister Johann passed with the lease unassigned in his will. It's been empty since he passed."
The two girls exchanged looks, both full of fire and excitement. The hidden treasures of one of the reclaimers, untouched! Right here, behind locked and runed doors soon to be opened, just begging to be explored.
"When did you say the lease ended, exactly?" Lissele asked.
"I didn't." The dwarf replied with a scowl and a snort. "Students. Hmph. Keep those stairs clear!" He shouted at her as he wandered off.
"Well, I suppose if we can't wait here, we might as well go down- oh, wait, there she is!"
"Darna!"
The dwarf, who had been passing out the gate of one of the many interior buildings of the Citadel deep in thought, jerked her head up.
"Lissele? Hannah? What are you two doing here?"
"What are we doing here?"
*Smack*
"Ow! Liseeeeeeleeee-"
"We were here because we heard some odd news in lecture today, and wanted to get you opinion, but we were waiting because we didn't want to barge in on you praying."
Darna blinked, then smiled.
"Well, I'm happy to tell you all you need to know when it comes to opinions about news. But... I guess I wasn't as subtle as I thought I was, huh."
"Oh, no!" Hannah rushed to console her, "I totally didn't notice at all! And Lissele didn't either, until we started coming here and she thought of it."
Darna could almost hear the treacle-sweet 'isn't she *amazing*!?!' that was barely cut off the end of that sentence, but she didn't mind. Watching two people fall in love- it made her happy, and proud, but lately, a bit jealous. Maybe more than a bit jealous. Maybe that nice Hornblower boy... She shook her head. Half-done now was not done at all.
"Well, I'm glad to be left with some scraps of my pride then, and I do thank you for waiting. You are right, I haven't really shared my Gods the way you have. And it isn't because I don't like you, or trust you- you two have been the best friends a girl could ask for, exactly what I've wanted ever since I was a plaitling- being a little less bound to the traditions that lock the runes away from me, a little more umgi. But when I talk to the ancestors, that's when I am the most dawi, and when I want most to be dawi. I'm not- I do not wish to blend the two; an alloy would be weaker than either, but I wish to keep both!"
Lissele nodded in understanding.
"And so you keep one place for the one, and another place for the other. Clever. You have my word I shall respect that, and stand vigil outside three temple should you need to enter whilst in my company."
Hannah looked back and forth and sighed.
"Fiiiiiine. But can I still ask questions? Oh! That reminds me! The news we came here for! Ok, so Professor We was speaking as Dean We for a moment, and *he* said that exams might be cancelled! We put our heads together but we... couldn't... Darna?"
The dwarf had gone pale.
"The Waaagh Snagclaw twenty years ago. The Waaagh Vore thirty-seven years ago. One attack by Skyre, three by Moulder, and the Dhraz Wars III, IV, V, and VI, all in the first fifty years after the refounding. Those are the only ten times exams have ever been delayed. The dawi joke about it- they say that if you ever need to tell the Karak without panicking all the visitor, just tell them exams are cancelled. They'll know what's coming."
"Fuck."
"War."
A/N- ok, part one of this beast, mostly setup. Probably three parts overall?
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- Location
- Greece
Yeah, the black knight.
Seriously, she is everything Brettonia would consider a villain, sans chaos. Upstart peasant worshipper of Ranald?
I would say we have decent chances... in the elections after the next ones... if we start preparing for it now.
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- It/They
Kragg only ever made the sword because we were so awesome that he had to.
Mopman43
Mountain-Hermit of Nitpeak
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- Vermont
Grimnir?
fictionfan
Please sir, may I have some Meows?
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- Tempe, AZ
We might be able to, but as has been said not really the best use of our time.
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- He/Him
To hell with responsibility and playing politics even moreso than usual.
Ericwinter
Definitely not a Skaven Infiltrator
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- America
So i haven't been paying too much attention to these for a while, and I'm sorry if you've mentioned it before, but how did Mathilde "disappear"? It must have been something special.
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- Greece
Never said I would vote for it. Just that its doable. Its important for one to assess even options they dislike fairly because others may want to vote for them/pursue them..
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- Chicago
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- She/They
I meant to change that, was supposed to be the runesmith's god, but all I could remember was grudge bearer.
Mopman43
Mountain-Hermit of Nitpeak
- Location
- Vermont
Thungni.
fictionfan
Please sir, may I have some Meows?
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- Tempe, AZ
I agree sorry. It is a fun thought experiment. We might be able to beat Dragomas. Don't think that we could get good enough at spell dueling to hold out against all comers. Well if we just get really great at counter spelling then beating people with a sword counts as spell duel? Counter spelling is a good skill to cultivate in any case.
@BoneyM : Is it "safe" to practice counter spelling? Seems like an activity likely to result in all sorts of miscasts.
NexusEye
Aspiring God
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- She/Her
Not to be confused with his little known twin sister, the Ancestor-Goddess of undergarments, Thongni.
NuclearConsensus
Herald of the Thorned One
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- the Philippines
Much as I'd like to see Mathilde sitting in the Head Honcho's chair one day, I just can't see it happening in the immediate future. Duel aside, we're just not as involved with the Colleges as we should be. Baby steps first. Getting a titled position in the Grey College hierarchy would be a start, I think.
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A little random.
We have more fun without the extra responsibility and troublesome requirements.
And we already have a titled position.
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Only the most basic forms of dispelling. More active and aggressive forms of counterspelling can't be practiced without it being extremely likely that someone's going to eat a miscast.
First Impressions
Alexandra took a deep breath, glancing at a nearby puddle to make sure everything was correct and proper. She adjusted her hat, straightened her robes, unfolded and refolded her letter of introduction. Then, with all the excuses she had to delay over and done with, she opened the door to the inn and went to meet a legend.
The first thing she thought about seeing The Dämmerlichtreiter was that she should have been taller - the woman had summoned a dragon of smoke and flame to lay the necromancers in Drakenhof low. She had cut down vampires with a sword forged of darkness by the greatest Dwarven smiths. She had burned one to ash with the weight of her gaze. And that wasn't even getting into the things she had heard about Karak Eight Peaks, more than half of which she discarded as nonsense, especially about her being so terrifying to beastmen that they opened their throats rather than face her. She knew beastmen too well for that.
A figure who did all that should stand as tall as the Heldenhammer did. But instead, she was a slim figure, practically a girl, barely taller than a dwarf. Any notion of underestimating her vanished as soon as Alexandra saw her eyes though.
They were an eerie amber. Her gaze was ancient and mischievous by turns, like she had seen the worst the world had and dared it to go further. Like she saw right into the heart of you and found it amusing. Meeting them made Alexandra swallow and hastily shift, her focus moving to an undefined point somewhere over the Lady Magister's shoulder.
There she saw a torch, guttering low, the smoke drawing itself to wrap around her shoulders like a lover's caress. The other wizard seemed not to notice in the slightest, instead asking a few questions. Even those simple answers took all her focus to answer properly, and she nearly stumbled over the titles.
Still, she did not seem displeased and dismissed her cordially enough. Alexandra backed away and turned to find her own lodgings when she noticed the shadow stretching across the floor to her...was this another mark of magic, or simply The Dämmerlichtreiter letting her know she was being watched?
Either way, Alexandra had the feeling this was going to be a very long trip.
I saw someone make a post a while back about why Alexandra might have seemed uncomfortable with Mathilde, and decided to write this.
The first thing she thought about seeing The Dämmerlichtreiter was that she should have been taller - the woman had summoned a dragon of smoke and flame to lay the necromancers in Drakenhof low. She had cut down vampires with a sword forged of darkness by the greatest Dwarven smiths. She had burned one to ash with the weight of her gaze. And that wasn't even getting into the things she had heard about Karak Eight Peaks, more than half of which she discarded as nonsense, especially about her being so terrifying to beastmen that they opened their throats rather than face her. She knew beastmen too well for that.
A figure who did all that should stand as tall as the Heldenhammer did. But instead, she was a slim figure, practically a girl, barely taller than a dwarf. Any notion of underestimating her vanished as soon as Alexandra saw her eyes though.
They were an eerie amber. Her gaze was ancient and mischievous by turns, like she had seen the worst the world had and dared it to go further. Like she saw right into the heart of you and found it amusing. Meeting them made Alexandra swallow and hastily shift, her focus moving to an undefined point somewhere over the Lady Magister's shoulder.
There she saw a torch, guttering low, the smoke drawing itself to wrap around her shoulders like a lover's caress. The other wizard seemed not to notice in the slightest, instead asking a few questions. Even those simple answers took all her focus to answer properly, and she nearly stumbled over the titles.
Still, she did not seem displeased and dismissed her cordially enough. Alexandra backed away and turned to find her own lodgings when she noticed the shadow stretching across the floor to her...was this another mark of magic, or simply The Dämmerlichtreiter letting her know she was being watched?
Either way, Alexandra had the feeling this was going to be a very long trip.
I saw someone make a post a while back about why Alexandra might have seemed uncomfortable with Mathilde, and decided to write this.
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- Chicago
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- She/They
I didn't! It's an AU, I'm kinda intending to leave that open-ended with the implication that she died saving the world in some place nobody even knew existed. Cython, also, is going to be absent, though with the implication that they had an errand or two to run and would be back within the decade- and a "don't touch my stuff" sort of spell laid down as insurance.
Mostly because I like setting the quest cast as historical figures, but also because the Lady Magister in her tower and the dragon in their cave are a bit too much power for the story I wanted to write. So...
Shhhhhh! They are *conveniently missing*.
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- She/Her
True, but the joke popped into my head and Thungni doesn't come up in thread discussion that often, I'd probably forget it if I waited for a better time. And ultimately perfect is the enemy of good enough.